I hate straight singing. I have to change a tune to my own way of doing it. That's all I know.

Lust may be in the heart, though it be not seen by others; as guests may be in the house, though they look not out at the windows.

All dope can do for you is kill you... the long hard way. And it can kill the people you love right along with you.

When Lester plays, he almost seems to be singing; one can almost hear the words.

Sometimes it's worse to win a fight than to lose.

I can't stand to sing the same song the same way two nights in succession. If you can, then it ain't music, it's close order drill, or exercise or yodeling or something, not music.

The difficult I'll do right now. The impossible will take a little while.